The mountains and the weather continued to inform our travel decisions today. By mid-morning
we learned that the worst of last night's storm was past Wolf Creek Pass, and we decided to give it a go. This was after discussing with our innkeepers and with the friendly folks at the cafe where we had breakfast, and checking with the state DOT. The consensus was we should be okay, so off we went. Khrysso drove, and I fretted. We traveled through light snow and some slushy roads, but we made it without event over the nearly 11,000 foot high pass in the San Juan range of the Rockies. The mountain was kind to us. But by the time we got to Durango, a new weather alert had been issued for severe storms on the west side of the pass. So we skipped Durango and ran for the border.
Finally, we reached clear weather as a drove through the farm lands of Western Colorado and Eastern Utah. The brick red soil of the newly plowed fields contrasted with the bright green of freshly sprouted ones. And in the distance, always the mountains, blue-grey and covered with snow, their peaks hidden by the lowering clouds.
Then came a startling change of scenery as we entered the canyonlands of Utah.
Tonight we're staying in Moab, and will explore a bit tomorrow before continuing on towards Salt Lake. What adventures will await us in this amazing and variable land?